i’m listening to Randy Travis’ Christmas album from 1989. its the best. my love would act like he hated it. but he might tolerate it because i love it so much. or else, he would just have to listen to it cause i love it so much.
“As for me, I would seek God,
and to God would I commit my cause,
who does great things and unsearchable,
marvelous things without number:
He gives rain on the earth
and sends waters on the fields;
He sets on high those who are lowly,
and those who mourn are lifted to safety.
He frustrates the devices of the crafty,
so that their hands achieve no success.
He catches the wise in their own craftiness,
and the schemes of the wily are brought to a quick end.
They meet with darkness in the daytime
and grope at noonday as in the night.
But He saves the needy from the sword of their mouth
and from the hand of the mighty.
So the poor have hope,
and injustice shuts her mouth.”—Job 5:8-16 (via nameaboveallnames)
“oh the purple mountains majesty is calling
and the northern lights still dance above the snow
yes Amazing Grace is still the fire beneath this life
let it be
home is me
you are mine”—[everly] (via -igaveyouall)